I’m going to Paris tomorrow.
Typing the sentence above, reading the sentence above, and embracing the reality of the sentence above are nothing short of astonishing. Like many accomplishments before it, traveling overseas seemed wholly inaccessible… before I found a way to access it. And, like many accomplishments before it, traveling overseas this first time makes [...]
Archive for February, 2009
A tout à l’heure!
Posted in Nonfiction, tagged Black Paris, dreams deferred, expatriatism, James Baldwin on February 26, 2009 | 3 Comments »
She Sleeps, Serene.
Posted in Fiction, tagged mother-daughter relationships, motherhood resentment, unintentionally creepy children on February 24, 2009 | 2 Comments »
You weren’t in a hurry that morning. Your Blackberry played the Pinball Countdown from Sesame Street at 5 am and you woke without the slightest hint of grogginess. You let Mia sleep in that morning, because she wasn’t a morning person; that’d been established in her infancy. She’d let you sleep till 9, if you [...]
Whose Soul Is “Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)” Saving?
Posted in Faith on February 20, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I have so much to say about church since I stopped going regularly. Usually, I find myself grappling to adequately articulate it all. There’s a delicate balance between criticism and cruelty, especially when discussing “The Church,” an institution that doesn’t exactly welcome criticism of its practices. In church, I was indirectly taught not to turn [...]
You Know How I Know I’m Black?
Posted in Nonfiction, PostBourgie on February 18, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I write about Blackness.
Check out this piece on “Cultural Purgatory” I penned for PostBourgie:
Sandmann’s isn’t the only establishment that triggers my racial-acceptance-related paranoia. I also keep my head down at the beauty salon because I don’t want the women with the fingerwaves and rhinestoned acrylics judging me by my hair’s length or lack of “adventure” [...]
A Word Against Narrative Voices.
Posted in Uncategorized on February 13, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I try not to use this blog for “craft complaints,” but today I can’t help it.
First-person narrative is kicking my butt.
I hate it. I have hated it since undergrad when I wrote that bad novella and forced it upon three profs at Trinity, all of whom told me that each of my four first-person voices [...]
Dating Devereaux: Intro.
Posted in Fiction on February 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
First time you came, I thought you were one of The Forgotten. Like, maybe you were the one whose mink I got caught trying to boost. Or I might’ve seen your engagement ring on the rim of a sink, snatched it and dipped before the first distraught tear made its way to your chin.
I saw [...]
